Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters and I'm not making any money from this story. I do own the story line and any original characters involved.
Warnings: seriously AU; some bashings of Albus, Molly, Author, Ron, Hermione, Fudge, and Malfoys; sex scenes; slash; het; many OCs
Author Notes: The story is finished and I will be posting one chapter a day. Here's the next chapter; the club featured in this chapter is real. I used my imagination a bit, considering I have never been to a gay club. My only reference is what a website said about it and what I saw in the television show Queer as Folk. Tell me what you think in a review please.
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Harry had finally gotten used to his everyday routine and was getting restless. Whenever he saw physical affection between Sirius, Remus and Severus he wished he had someone for himself.
He wondered who he should go to. Although he and Severus had a better relationship now, they weren't close enough for the kind of conversation he wanted to have. And though Sirius meant well, he could make a person feel embarrassed very quickly. He acted just like a big kid most of the time and that was not what he desired right now. That left Remus. No matter how much he loved Sirius and how much closer the two of them had gotten since they'd moved; he had always been closer to Remus and that probably would never change.
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Harry came upon Remus reading a novel in the room they declared a library, much to Sirius's chagrin. "Remus, are you busy?"
His smile was gentle as he looked up. "I'm never too busy for you, Harry."
Harry chuckled. "That was very clichéd."
"It doesn't make it any less the truth though. So, what brings you around to my neck of the woods?"
"You're the only person I could come to."
"It sounds serious."
"It's not serious per say. It's just I don't want to listen to Sirius make jokes about it and Severus, it just hasn't been enough time for me to feel like I can talk to him about this kind of stuff."
"Speak."
"I want a boyfriend. I know it won't be so easy find a boyfriend, but I want to find love. I want to find what you have with Sirius and Severus. I crave what the three of you have."
Remus nodded. "So, what's the problem?"
"Should I just go up to random guys and ask if their gay?" Harry huffed in exasperation.
Remus chuckled. "Of course not, but there is a reason we chose to live in Greenwich Village. It's known for its gay population. There a bunch of gay clubs and bars you can go to."
"I'm only eighteen Remus and this isn't the wizarding world where the legal age of consent is 17, unless you're encouraging me to get to get a fake ID and sneak into a twenty one and over club"
"Very funny smart ass. First of all, it's not like you haven't had alcohol before. I know as a Muggle you should technically follow the laws of the Muggle world, but considering the circumstances, I don't think either Sirius or Severus would have a problem using magic to make you a fake ID to use until your twenty-first birthday."
"But, if you want to follow the Muggle laws, at a bookstore I overheard about an 18 and over gay club. Maybe you should try that first. You might be satisfied with that until you 'become of age'."
Harry sighed in relief. "Let's go with that club first. What's it called?"
Remus furrowed his brow in thought. "I believe the name is Rush. I'm ninety-eight percent sure at the very least. It's on Chelsea, which is where most of the gay population likes to hang out."
Harry nodded. "Tomorrow's Friday and I don't have to work Saturday. I'll give it a try tomorrow."
Remus agreed. "Like I said, if Rush doesn't have what you're looking for, I'm sure we can do get you a fake ID."
"I know you're okay with the idea, but I really want to abide by the law, even if it has already technically been broken."
"I know; I just want you to find someone special. I want to see you happy and totally fulfilled."
They shared a hug as Remus breathed in Harry's familiar scent, the scent telling his inner wolf that Harry was pack.
!#$
Harry dressed in his best clothes: jeans that hugged his hips and flowed down his legs and a loose long sleeved shirt. When Sirius saw his godson, he shook his head.
"What?" Harry asked defensively. "I look okay."
"Okay is not good enough for a gay club. If you want to get laid, you need to show some skin."
"Sirius!" they shouted at him.
"What?" He asked innocently.
Remus was massaging his temples. "I do not want to think about Harry's sex life."
"Or lack of it," Harry mumbled.
Severus snorted while Sirius smirked. "That's why you need to show some skin. You have a lovely body Harry. Don't be afraid to show it off."
Harry sighed, hoping he wasn't going to live to regret this. "Okay, I'm in your hands. Make me sexy."
Sirius took out his wand and started to casting spells and charms. Harry kept his eyes closed until Sirius told him to open them. He looked at himself in the full length mirror and blinked in disbelief.
The loose fitting shirt hugged his torso, highlighting his chest, and left little to the imagination. His sleeves were gone, making it look like a man's tank top that showed off slightly muscular arms that he had gotten from Quidditch.
His jeans hugged his hips and cupped his arse. Harry knew that if he got an erection later that it would be extremely uncomfortable in the tight trousers, but when he pointed it out, Sirius simply shrugged. He knew what his godfather was thinking though. 'If his cock was more visual, it would be easier for him to get laid.
Remus said he should take a cab but Harry decided against it. He had gone there during the day, so he knew where it was it wasn't that far away, especially not far enough to spend money on a cab. He promised to be safe and jokingly asked if he had a curfew.
When Severus actually seemed to think the idea over, Harry put his hands on his hips and began to tap his foot in a scary impression of Molly Weasley. "Don't even go there Severus. I'm eighteen-years-old and I fought in a war and survived it. I think I'm old enough to stay out as late as I want."
Remus walked in between them, hoping to intervene before an argument could break out. "Harry, I agree. You're an adult and shouldn't have to be back at a certain time. On the other hand, since this is your first night going out on your own we're going to worry about you, and we'd really appreciate it if you'd call us by midnight. I know that forcing you to check in is aggravating to you, but it's for our peace of mind."
Harry wanted to reject the idea, but he looked into Remus's worried eyes and knew he couldn't deny him, especially since Remus was worried he would get into trouble that he couldn't get out of. It wasn't like he had his magic to protect him anymore "Okay, it's a deal. Should I tell you if I meet someone?"
Both Remus and Severus shook their heads, while Sirius nodded eagerly. Severus hit him over the head before answering. "We're perfectly aware that you might meet someone and engage in…certain activities. As long as you do so safely, we have no qualms with it. We just don't want to hear about it."
"Deal and that's the same for you. Try to remember silencing charms for now on. Please, I'm begging you." All three of them blushed. "And don't worry, I have a couple of condoms in the hopes that I might meet someone I feel is worth my time."
"That's my boy." Sirius grinned. Remus rolled his eyes and settled for a hug, while Severus patted Harry's shoulder. No matter how much progress they had made, there still wasn't much physical affection between them and neither was pushing for more.
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Harry had never been to a club before and he wasn't exactly sure what to expect so he shrugged off the bouncer who leered at him when he entered the door.
The first thing he noticed when inside was that it was smaller than he had thought it would be. He wasn't sure if they were all this size or if the clubs for those twenty-one and older were larger. Harry bounced to the beat of the music as he walked around, checking out the place. He blushed when he noticed the people rubbing against each other on the dance floor, making it look like sex with clothes on. He wasn't virgin anymore, but he had never seen anything that sensual in public.
The person he had given his virginity had been someone he trusted, but he hadn't been in love with them.. It had been before the final battle and he hadn't been sure if he would survive and though he knew that he didn't want to die a virgin he made sure to ask someone he knew wouldn't spread the word to the rest of the wizarding world that he had been the first to fuck Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.
Also, this person was straight, so there was no chance of any feelings developing, which was a big plus in his books. He was actually seeing someone romantically at the time, but his girlfriend understood why Harry had asked for this, and accepted it. Although straight, this person still had tons of hormones thanks to being young, even if not a teenager, so he had no problem getting it up despite Harry having something women didn't, and missing some things that women did happen to possess. It was a pleasurable experience, and Harry was extremely grateful. He knew he made the right choice for his first time.
Even though he had sex once, he never explored it again, not even after the war ended. There were a lot of lives lost and he wanted to help rebuild the wizarding world. There was just no time for relationships, and not only that, but there was no need to rush. He had survived a war that he hadn't planned to. Then the whole Malfoy thing happened.
Although he was embarrassed, he was eager to watch the bodies grind and hump each other. As he expected, he felt himself harden at the sight on the dance floor. He noticed they had a back room, and knew from reading about them, the activities that happened there. He thought about going back there and seeing if someone would like to help him with his problem, but his insecurity was back.
The only boy he had ever been with at told him he was beautiful, but he wasn't sure how valuable those words were, seeing as they were coming from someone who was straight. It might have been a high compliment, but Harry couldn't be sure if his friend truly thought that or was just trying to make his first time as special and memorable as possible. Because of his minimal experience, he didn't have as much confidence as he would have liked to have when it came to these types of matters, so he just stayed by the bar, drinking his water.
The bar was in the middle of the room, so he turned around to face the bartender who winked at him, making a red hue lightly dust his cheeks, and the other side of the room where very similar dry sex was going on. He sighed sadly, thinking this adventure might have been one big mistake.
Just then, a man who seemed close to his age, waved at him from the other side of the bar. Uncertainly, Harry shrugged, hoping he wouldn't scare this guy off. The guy wasn't bad looking. He was average with medium build, shaggy black hair that reminded Harry a bit of his own, and brown eyes. There was nothing extremely memorable about him, but Harry didn't think he himself was that memorable either. It wasn't like this guy was hideous or anything. The unnamed guy finally reached him after fighting the crowds. They both smiled shyly at each other.
"Soooo," He started. "Come here often?" He asked with a hitch in his voice.
Harry snorted. "That's the best you can do?"
The guy frowned. "Sorry, didn't know that the twinks here had such a bad attitude. It's my first time here; give me a break."
He turned to leave in a huff, but Harry quickly stopped him. "I'm sorry, I was just joking. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm a bit nervous and I tend to cover it up with jokes."
"Why are you so nervous?"
"It's my first time here too. I just moved here with my family and I wanted to get out a bit."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was actually thinking about leaving. I feel so out of place here."
The guy's frown was completely gone. "I was feeling the same way, but we shouldn't. I'm sure almost everyone who comes here for the first time feels a bit nervous, but they do come back. They must get over their nerves somehow."
Harry shrugged and took a deep breath before looking at the guy from under his eyelashes in a way that could come off as demure. "Do you want to dance?"
"Sure, but I'm not sure how good I am at dirty dancing."
"Join the club." Harry grinned. They were dancing for a couple of minutes before Harry started to snicker.
The guy frowned. "Am I that bad?"
He shook his head, still laughing. "I just realized that I don't even know your name yet. I'm Harry."
"I'm Brian." They begin to dance a little closer, and started to grind slightly, feeling more comfortable with each other. Both were hard.
Brian was slightly taller and Harry leant up and placed a kiss on his thin lips. Brian responded, and they engaged in a heated kiss. Brian's hands wandered down to grip Harry's arse, and the emerald-eyed young man groaned.
They broke apart, both panting heavily. Harry nibbled on his lips in indecision. He had never really given much thought to casual sex, but he wanted to get some release and Brian was a nice enough bloke. "Do you want to give the back room a first try? You will also be with someone who's never had experiences in one before."
Brian shrugged. "It should be harder to embarrass myself at the very least."
Harry playfully shoved him away and they made their way to a place where everyone was engaged in various activities.
There was much heated groping and grinding as mouths devoured each other. They forgot where they were as Brian's mouth descended on Harry's cock. It was sloppy, but Harry released. They shared another kiss, tongues mingling.
"Top or bottom?" Brian questioned.
"Bottom"
Brian smiled relieved, "thank god."
Harry was about to question about a condom when one pulled one out of Brian's pocket. Pleased, he turned and faced the wall, arching his back slightly.
Harry heard a zipper going down and a condom being torn from its wrapper. He was too quickly prepared, considering his limited experience, but before Harry could stop him, Brian entered in one fluid motion.
Harry cried out, but not in pleasure, as tears prickled his eyes. Brian didn't seem to realize that Harry wasn't enjoying himself as he pounded roughly into him. Harry's erection had started to come back in anticipation, but had deflated due to the pain. His prostrate wasn't even being hit, so the pain wasn't being canceled out. Brian got off and when he reached to grasp what he thought would be a firm erection, he had the unpleasant surprise of feeling a soft cock.
They were quiet as the two of them walked out of the backroom, neither sure of what to say. Harry checked the time and seeing it was near midnight, decided to call the house.
The phone was picked up on the second ring. "Cub?"
"Hello Remus. I'm fine and safe so you can breathe easily."
"Thank god. Are you having fun?"
Harry searched for the right words so he wouldn't hurt Brian's feelings. "It's…interesting."
"You sound disappointed." Harry could imagine the frown on his face.
"I'm not. It's been fun. I probably won't stay out much longer though."
"Should we wait up Harry?"
"No, go to sleep I'll be quiet when I come in." They disconnected with Remus not truly believing Harry's words.
It was awkward between the two of them. "I'm really sorry." He finally mumbled.
Harry didn't know what to say to him, but he didn't try to appease any guilty consciousnesses.
"Listen, I'm not a virgin, but it's been a long time for me. Even if I had been more broken in, so to speak, you should still have gone at a slower pace unless it was acknowledged that I liked it rougher."
"I'm sorry. We can try again; I'll make it better for you. I promise."
"Are you fucking kidding me Brian? I don't mean to sound cruel, but I have a sore arse. Even if I didn't, the experience was horrible and it would take a lot of convincing for me to give you another shot."
Brian's breathing was erratic which indicated he was near tears, but Harry couldn't drum up much sympathy. "I'm really sorry." He tried.
"I believe you, but that doesn't mean you will have another shot anytime soon. Next time you're with someone, be more careful how rough you are. I've got to go. I promised my godfather that I'd be heading back soon."
When Harry got back, the lights were off. Even as he crept to his room, he knew instinctively that they had all waited up, but now they'd be quick to fall asleep.
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Harry went back to the club, but no one approached him (except Brian who he avoided), and he didn't have the guts to approach anyone else. That continued for a couple of weeks…
The first person that Harry decided to approach himself made him more nervous then he could ever remember being, and with good reason. This man was sex on feet. He had luxurious chestnut hair that fell to his shoulders and framed strong cheekbones and a strong jaw. His eyes were an exotic sky blue and he had plump lips that looked like their life's purpose was kissing. He had a strong build with bulging biceps and a six pack that was very easy to see, considering he was shirtless. His legs looked powerful in his leather black trousers that left nothing about his endowment to the imagination.
Harry gulped as he timidly began making his way to this god-like creature. Harry wasn't sure why he chose this person as he was bound to be rejected and humiliated due to his competition that the many admirers surrounding this seemingly untouchable man proved.
Harry finally reached him and he was pushed one way to the next. He waited patiently until those eyes landed on him. The eyes were laughing and Harry thought it was directed at him. His face burned as he looked towards the ground. This guy must have realized what was going on in his head as his face was tilted up gently and a thumb was rubbed over suddenly dry lips. Unthinkingly, Harry's tongue darted out to moisten them suddenly.
The man broke away from his admirers and pushed Harry who trusted him to guide him safely. It seemed to take forever even though it was only a couple of minutes, when Harry's back hit a wall.
He leaned down and Harry got a whiff of his cologne. In a husky voice that sent chills down Harry's spine, he murmured in an ear, "I'm Lucas."
It took a few moments before Harry realized what LUCAS was waiting for. "Harry."
He nodded before planting his lips firmly on Harry's. Lucas' lips were powerful and made Harry's knees go weak. If it wasn't for the strong hands holding him up, Harry was sure he would have collapsed.
Not having much experience when it came to the art of kissing, he let Lucas take the lead. His mouth was plundered and Harry felt exhilarated.
Lucas pulled away and Harry tried to follow his brilliant lips, whimpering pitifully. "In time," Lucas promised. "Before we continue though, you must promise me something. If you can't, be honest and we'll stop here." Harry nodded reluctantly, not wanting it to stop, but knowing he'd be honest no matter what. "Promise me you won't fall in love with me. I don't mean to sound egotistical, but even with people who promised they wouldn't, they did. If we continue, it will only be for tonight. This reminds me, as a self-imposed rule, I don't fuck virgins. They fall in love easier than anyone else."
In a spy voice filled with need, Harry answered, "I'm not a virgin. As for 'falling in love,' even if I did, I would not want you as a boyfriend. I'd be too worried about someone else stealing you away and I can't live my life with constant insecurities. I'm more than happy with just tonight."
"We better go then. I don't do backrooms."
Harry knew he shouldn't go anywhere alone with a complete stranger. He knew it was stupid and reckless, but he didn't care. For once, he was going to act his age.
Harry didn't have much of a chance to look around Lucas' place because as soon as he stepped inside, he was whipped around to face the man.
Lips were claimed in heated passion as his hands found Lucas' hard chest, before they skimmed up and found perchance in his hair. Lucas, meanwhile, was having fun tweaking Harry's nipples as he groaned, his hips bucking against Lucas'.
Somehow, they had gotten to the bedroom and fell on the soft sheets. Lips and hands were everywhere. Lucas had a certain dominant streak and Harry found it thrilling.
"I want your mouth on me," he whispered huskily. Harry tried to press his lips against Lucas' when the older man turned his head away. "Not like that. I want my cock in that lovely mouth."
While blushing at the type of talk, he managed to stutter, "I've never done that before."
"You said you weren't a virgin." His tone was accusing.
"I'm not!" Harry defended, before continuing in a shyer voice, "I've kissed, touched, and have had actual sex. Blowjobs just never came up." Harry was embarrassed now.
"Now is definitely a good time to learn." They shifted so Lucas was sitting up against the wall while Harry's head was in his lap. "Do what feels right to you. If you do something wrong, I'll let you know."
Harry nodded, although he felt very uncertain. Harry took the swollen head into his mouth, his teeth catching harshly which made Lucas wince. "Watch the teeth." Lucas warned. Harry was careful as he swallowed slowly. "Make sure you're breathing through your nose." Lucas commanded in a slightly hitched voice. Harry did as he was told, moving his mouth up and down, inhaling Lucas' musky scent. "Harry, do more than that. Don't be afraid to change it up. You can suckle, lick, gently bite and nibble, or let your hands get involved."
With a stirring of determination, Harry got ready to make Lucas lose control; something Harry was pretty sure didn't happen often.
He alternated between sucking on the head and licking with the occasional nip. All the while, his hand busily played. Lucas' hand clutching his hair in a fist was a good sign and once again, he took the cock as far as it would go comfortably into his mouth. Lucas bucked his hips wildly, moaning a guttural moan as he released. Harry's eyes watered as he held back his gag reflex. He swallowed instinctively. It tasted slightly bitter, but it was still tolerable and better than he had expected.
He was flipped so he was on his back with Lucas hovering. Lucas suckled strongly on his neck, assuring that it would be there the next day.
He felt the reawakened arousal against his hip. "Thank god for young age." Harry muttered, making Lucas chuckle. They shared a slower kiss asLucas made him feel wild sensations, the complete opposite of what Brian did. he didn't feel pain, but was taken care of the right way. Lucas followed him afterwards.
Things were quiet in the car. When they reached the townhouse, Harry turned in his seat to smile at Lucas. "Thanks for the ride, even though I could have handled it on my own."
"Don't give me that. It's late and dark. You could have just stayed the night you know, if you were so worried about inconveniencing me."
"No I couldn't have. It's a promise I made to my godfathers. I might be twenty, but they worry about me and I told them I'd never stay overnight at someone's house until I lived on my own."
They shared a gentle kiss that left Harry yearning for more. Lucas must have read it in his expression "Remember your promise to me." He warned.
"Remember what I said," Harry continued "I would be too insecure with you as a boyfriend."
They shared one last lust filled kiss before Harry stepped out of the car. Lucas drove off when Harry was safe inside.
!#$
As a side effect of Harry's night with Lucas, he gained much more confidence, which resulted in many more sexual experiences that were one night stands, although none could beat the night he shared with Lucas. Harry saw him repeatedly at the club and except for 'hellos'; he didn't approach the man as promised.
The only experience that came close to topping the night with Lucas was when he experienced his very first threesome. It was pleasure overload for his senses, mainly because the experience was new and sensual, but even that could not erase Lucas and the way the brunette played Harry's body so expertly from memory.
Although Remus, Sirius, and Severus were glad he was having fun, they knew casual sex wasn't for him and it wouldn't keep him satisfied for much longer. That's why all of them, even Sirius, urged him to find a steady boyfriend instead of just fucking around (Sirius's words).
That's how Andrew came into the picture. The dirty blond hair man was a nice guy and they had lots of fun together. They had been dating for about two months after meeting at the club. Although they still went to the club to dance, they didn't go in the backroom or leave with anyone else. They were exclusive in every sense of the word.
Harry came upon the realization that they had more in common than he originally thought. Remus was doing some basic cleaning spells as Harry had been really too busy at the shop to help out much, although Harry felt extremely guilty about it. Andy had come in without knocking. Remus had prepared to cast an obliviate charm. "You have magic Harry? Besides family, I've never met anyone else with it."
Remus's wand stopped in mid casting. "Andy, you're a wizard?"
"Well…no; I was born a squib."
Harry's eyes were sad. "We're more same than you think. I was a wizard, but when I broke an unjust magical contract, my magic was stripped from me."
That night, they talked to each other, holding hands. Although Andy knew about magic, since he was born a squib his parents had decided to keep him out of the magical world, which included all information. Andy had never heard of the boy-who-lived much to Harry's pleasure as it was something he had questioned and worried about. Their relationship was built totally on their mutual feelings for one other.
Unfortunately, that's exactly why they ceased to be a couple. Andy and Harry truly cared about each other. In fact, both would freely admit that they loved each other, but they weren't in love. They respected each other and had a blast spending time together, but there was no chemistry. They appreciated each other's physical beauty of course, but they didn't ignite a fire in each other.
They wanted to end their relationship, before they grew to resent each other. At least when they ended their relationship now, they could still be friends. And that's exactly what they did. They both agreed that they made much better friends than lovers.
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Andy and Harry stayed good friends. If Harry didn't include his magical friends, he could say Andy was Harry's best friend, even with all of his new friends. They dated other people, some were really good guys that they were able to stay friends with after it didn't last, and others were not so good. One guy Harry dated only dated him to get closer to Andy. When the asshole made a move when they were alone, Andy kneed him where it really hurts. Sirius had to be physically held back from going after the guy who dare use his precious godson like that.
Another guy did something similar with Andy, except he was after Andy's very straight older brother. The brother was not amused.
Harry had begun to date a guy named Craig. Already Harry knew it wasn't going to last. The guy was an artist and he was so stuck up. He reminded Harry of a red-hair Draco Malfoy. His godfathers didn't like Craig either and thought he could do so much better. He had been going to let Craig down easy that night. After all, the guy couldn't help being conceited. It was just how he was.
They were at the club and had been separated from one another. Harry was so busy trying to find the annoying red head that he didn't notice the sexual energy go up tenfold. A hand grazing his lower back made him tense naturally. Lucas' sky blues met his emerald eyes, but they weren't laughing. They seemed forlorn.
Harry was a bit surprised that Lucas approached him. Except for the 'hellos' they have had no contact, so Harry wondered what could make Lucas come up to him now. "You're dating someone right? A redhead?" He questioned. Harry wasn't sure why it mattered to him, but he nodded slowly. "I thought so. I've seen the two of you here together. I wished I was wrong though."
Harry tried to lighten Lucas' mood with a joke. "What? You want another night? What happened to your one night only rule?" Lucas' answer was grasping his wrist and dragging him. "Lucas, no matter how attractive I find you, I don't cheat."
Lucas' eyes were hard. "I wish your boyfriend had the same values."
"What?"
That's when Harry saw them. Craig, who he had been planning to dump that night, was making out with some muscle-bound jock type who looked like he took steroids. Without letting himself feel bad, he marched over to the oblivious couple. At least they were oblivious until they came up for air. "Harry, I…I…can explain." Craig stuttered.
"That one is so unoriginal Craig. You can do so much better than that, but don't bother. At least now I don't have to feel guilty about what I was planning to do. We're over you pretentious asshole. Don't bother me ever again. I won't be held responsible for Sirius if you attempt to contact me."
Lucas followed Harry outside. "Are you okay?"
"I had been planning to break up with tonight. I couldn't stand him. He was so stuck up and he bored me. So why do I still feel hurt by his actions?"
Lucas fell in step beside him. "You feel hurt because you respected him enough to end it honestly and not lie to him. He didn't hold the same amount of respect." They were silent.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride home."
"You don't have to Lucas. You've done enough for me."
"I want to."
They got to the townhouse safely. Harry wasn't looking forward to telling his godfathers what happened. "Thanks Lucas."
"If it makes you feel better Harry, he's way below you. It's his lost; not yours. You can do much better." Lucas, surprising Harry, leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Harry smiled as he felt a blush coming on. "Thank you Lucas….for everything."
Author's Note: The sex scene with Lucas was slightly edited to be on the safe side. You never know with this site. Many of the sex scenes will be slightly edited; maybe even omitted. It depends. To read the full sex scenes, you need to join my yahoo group. My uncensored stories are posted there. The link can be found on my profile page.